I am so not a commuter

First, let me say that I hope everyone is enjoying the holidays. My Christmas was wonderful—everyone loved the gifts I gave them, Santa came through for me big time (thanks Mom) and there was zero Zammett family drama (a first!). Nick and I went out to my parents' house in Long Island for the festivities and are now house-sitting and dog-sitting for them while they're in sunny Florida. Everyone bolted before I had even woken up the day after Christmas—Melissa and her crew went with my parents to Fla. (but left their hyper-active dog with us) and Meghan trekked all the way to Venezuela to soak it up with friends. It's a little lonely being in my parents' house all by ourselves (especially when it makes weird clanking noises all night), but Nick and I are enjoying the suburban life. What I'm not enjoying: the commute. I have to work a few days this week (me and five other people) but since I'd already agreed to house-sit, I've been coming in from Long Island each morning. To get here I have to take a car, a train, a subway and walk a little. It takes me an hour and 40

First, let me say that I hope everyone is enjoying the holidays. My Christmas was wonderful—everyone loved the gifts I gave them, Santa came through for me big time (thanks Mom) and there was zero Zammett family drama (a first!). Nick and I went out to my parents' house in Long Island for the festivities and are now house-sitting and dog-sitting for them while they're in sunny Florida. Everyone bolted before I had even woken up the day after Christmas—Melissa and her crew went with my parents to Fla. (but left their hyper-active dog with us) and Meghan trekked all the way to Venezuela to soak it up with friends. It's a little lonely being in my parents' house all by ourselves (especially when it makes weird clanking noises all night), but Nick and I are enjoying the suburban life. What I'm not enjoying: the commute. I have to work a few days this week (me and five other people) but since I'd already agreed to house-sit, I've been coming in from Long Island each morning. To get here I have to take a car, a train, a subway and walk a little. It takes me an hour and 40 minutes door to door. I did get some work done on the train this morning—and caught a few extra zzzzs (that clanking woke me up three different times last night)—but it's just too long. By the time I get home at night I only have time to scarf down dinner and go to bed (no time to workout, which leads to a whole other set of issues). Last week ActonLass asked me whether I was going to leave New York City if I have a baby. I always thought I would move out to Long Island to be closer to my family, but now I'm not so sure. If I go through all the trouble of having a baby, I would like to see it every once in a while, you know? And if I'm on the train more than three hours each day that ain't gonna cut it. I suppose we'll cross that bridge if and when we come to it, but this week has been rather eye-opening.

On a more positive note, New Year's Eve is almost here and that's exciting. I still don't have any real plans (need to get on that), but I love the idea of starting fresh, welcoming a new year with optimism and hope. (And I love champagne.) And thanks to all your great advice, I'm not going to burden myself with a resolution. I'm just going to try to live well and take care of myself. I hope you all do the same. Enjoy the celebrations and I'll see you next year!